Imagine You and Dean Are Texting Each Other While He Is On A Hunt
Setting: You are cleaning up the bedroom that you and Dean share at the bunker, AC/DC playing in the background as you check your phone periodically, conversing with your boyfriend, Dean of course
You: Hey. How’s the hunt going?
Dean: It’s going okay. A little tired but could be worse. I miss you though.
You: Aww. I miss you too baby. Any idea when you’ll be back?
Dean: Shouldn’t be much longer.
You: Well A minute longer away from you is about as long as I can take. What are you doing?
Dean: staring at a gorgeous lady ;)
You look down at your phone, eye brows raising. Did he seriously just say he was checking out some lady? You nearly jump, dropping the phone to the bed when you hear someone clear their throat. You turn around to see Dean standing in the door, phone in hand and shit eating grin on his face. It was then you realized he was indeed staring at a gorgeous lady, but no where near as gorgeous as he was.
It happened so quickly that Sam barely knew what hit him. Gabriel just snapped up out of the blue. No warning, no witty lines. He just showed up and pushed Sam out of the way as he grace blasted a werewolf into oblivion that had just jumped out from the shadows to attack Sam from behind.
Gabriel only stuck around long enough to say that he cared. Sam’s nod was enough to let him know that despite everything in the past, that Sam was happy to see that the sugar sucking angel wasn’t really dead after all. Gabriel smiled, winked, and snapped away leaving Sam to an empty room as Dean came running in from outside.